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Post by Kjara von Rael on Jan 16, 2009 17:01:31 GMT -5
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It was too quiet in here. Too bright. So much lifeless shit that it makes you wonder on how people can actually work here. When the young demon awoke in this dreadful place, she moaned. Not for the first time either. She looked around for Daryl, not going to be surprised that he was here if she saw him. But when he wasn’t, she was surprised. She yawned, her hair falling to her shoulders in the golden brown locks. She grunted and felt the dead ends. I so need a hair cut.. she thought as she looked around the bland hospital room. Everything was white and bland. Even the doctors who annoyed the shit out of her were boring. She got up out of her bed and noticed she had a long black shirt and small white shorts on. Blinking a few times, she went to the fridge and snuck a small can of coffee. Cackling like an evil doctor, she cracked open the tab and chugged it happily. Kjara was getting ssooo tired of drinking juice and water and that medicine crap they gave her.
And the food. So totally gross. No flavor at all. All she wanted was a nice steak with a bake potato, sweet potato to be exact, with cinnamon and brown sugar, and a ceaser salad on the side. With a nnicee glass of ice tea. Moaning to herself at the thought of food, she took a bigger sip of the coffee. Looking around to make sure no one was there to keep an eye on her, she then grabbed a bar of chocolate. Crazy people for putting her favorite stuff in her reach. Only getting her sight back the other day, she was enjoying the ability to use her sight. Going through the cabinets and noticing at how every small detail was different when you looked at it. At times, she would touch a small piece of wood and close her eyes, letting her fingers trace the ridges on it.
After she got her can of cold coffee, she stood at the barred window. Frowning, she stuck her fingers between the bars. They still had her in this dreadful place even after being in here for a week. “There was tests still to be ran”, “Drugs to be tested out,” blah blah blah. She just wanted to get out of here. This place was going to drive her insane. She was lucky enough to be alive, from what the doctors told her. But Kjara would never die. Kjara, right? Kjara. Die. Seriously. That would never happen. No matter how bad people at that school wanted.
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Post by sebastian simmons on Jan 16, 2009 17:39:31 GMT -5
Sebastian had been hanging around the hospital most of the time, other than a few trips back to hang out with Corey or Joe, maybe swim in the lake or something. The place smelled of death, it felt like death, and he just didn't want to be there. So, if Kjara was asleep and Daryl was asleep (or pretending to be), he would get the heck out of there. So what if he wasn't getting any sleep that way? Sebastian didn't really need it, other than the one time he actually slept a couple of hours. Other than that, though, he was always busy. It was hard being a caretaker, especially when he had to bend down. That back problem of his was more than annoying.
More annoying than that was the constant stress he got from being around Kjara, since he was truly worried about her. Then there was Daryl, with some of his comments making Sebastian want to give him a good punch. But, of course, he never actually did it. Instead, he calmed himself down during the nights when he actually did something other than stay at the hospital.
This morning was one after a night full of some talking, some thinking alone, he returned to the hospital. He would have picked up Daryl, but didn't exactly know where the guy was, and since the guy had wings, he didn't really think it mattered. Tossing the long blond hair from his shoulders, Sebastian walked inside the hospital and made his way to Kjara's room. He found her with a cup - most likely of coffee - in her hands, standing next to the barred window. He had to admit that the fact that there was bars on it was both good, so Kjara couldn't run away, but a little bit creepy. This was a hospital, not a jail cell.
"Good morning, sunshine." He said brightly, chuckling.
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Post by Kjara von Rael on Jan 16, 2009 19:44:27 GMT -5
Kjara jumped and almost spilled her coffee at the voice. Her body whirled around, and she relaxed when it was only Sebastian. Grinning from ear to ear, she sat down her coffee and chocolate and leaped onto him, her muscles bunching under her as she reached him. Laughing at her weakness, she held onto his arms and looked up at him.
“Sebby!”
She giggled and stumbled to get her coffee. After slowly coming back to him, she sat on her bed. “What are you doin here? Shouldn’t you like..be doing..things?” curling up under her covers, she looked at him with his super long hair and blue eyes. He could be very scary at times, and she would go into submission quicker when he yelled at her than anyone else in the school. But she couldn’t help but smile when her friend came to visit her in her prison. He knew she hated it here. Not from her attempts at leaving, but reading her mind. Which, could get annoying, but she felt comfortable and she never felt alone when his voice was in her head. And she felt safe near him too. On her attempts to escape, he was always there and never left her side for one moment when all this happened. Well, maybe when she was asleep and he had to do his things. But other than that, he was here. As was Daryl. She felt glad for her friends and looked up at him from her small size.
“When am I getting out of here? I’m going nuts with boredom!” plus, she was becoming irritated from all these tests and things being done to her. Drawing blood, x-rays, etc. Rolling her eyes at her own thoughts, she rubbed her face. It was all getting to stressful.
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Post by sebastian simmons on Jan 16, 2009 22:59:40 GMT -5
Sebastian smiled and laughed when Kjara whirled around and immediately smiled, then tackled him. He would have fallen down if she wasn't so light and still kind of weak. But, instead, Sebastian easily stood still and wrapped his arms around her tightly. There was something about Kjara's energy that was just contagious, and Sebastian found himself in a good mood around her, most of the time. Sometimes she did make his mood a little mournful, even downright morbid, but it didn't really happen often. More often than not, Sebastian found himself just plain perplexed with the girl, and wanting to figure her out. He was getting there. Sort of.
"Kjara."
Sebastian smiled and shrugged. He could easily be doing things right now, maybe talking to Corey or Joe, maybe swimming in the lake. Maybe just sitting around, talking to the acquaintances he had. But Sebastian knew, even without reading her mind, that Kjara liked it when he came to visit her and talk to her. So, he figured, if it made her happy, then why not?
"Doing stuff is for active people. I'm more content with just taking things as they come. Today, what came was a visit to you. Feel special."
Sebastian smiled and slipped off his jacket, tossing it onto one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs. Body-wise, he was defined, but no muscle man. Maybe with enough swimming, he would become one. Though that wouldn't be very Sebastian-like. He would probably just stay where he was now. Stretching slightly, Sebastian was unhappy to find that the pain in his back was not much better than it had been a week ago, though it wasn't any worse. He clenched his teeth but made no other sign that he was experiencing discomfort. Something inside of him didn't allow Sebastian to ever show when he was in pain unless it was unbearably severe. Though this came close, he could mask it, and would for as long as he had to. It was a bit stupid, but it was just how he worked.
"I'm not sure, sadly. But you're allowed to take walks as long as your fever is low and you bundle up, so at least that's something. Better than being cooped up here like a guy in jail, withering away into what amounts to nothing." Some people called Sebastian philosophical. He just thought that he was a pessimist that spread around his pessimism, but they claimed otherwise. With his long hair and calm presence, though, the possibility that he had once been a hippie in a former life was more than possible.
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Post by Kjara von Rael on Jan 17, 2009 12:15:29 GMT -5
Laughing, she rubbed her face with her hands. I hate hospitals.., she thought to herself. She couldn’t count on how many times she’s been in here since coming to Winterthorne. She counted in her head.
First was when me and Blair fought, and she broke my ribs. (Which is why they are cracked now).
Two was when I was pregnant with Ezamuel and the Dai incident happened.
Three was after that and I got hypothermia from falling in the lake.
Four was now.
And so much before that..
But she looked up at him smiling. ”Well they should know if I go for a walk, I won’t be coming back.” and she knew that Sebastian knew that it was the truth she spoke. No matter how many times they try to stop her, she won’t quit trying to get away from it. Sometimes, it was a game she liked to play. Others..was real. Places like this drove her insane. She sometimes wonders if they have had a permanent affect on her. Rolling her eyes, she sipped her coffee even more. Mmmm…heaven.. and when she thought that, she looked directly at Sebastian. A blush rose to her cheeks, turning her golden face into a cherry-red.
To keep things from getting awkward, she got up slowly. ” ‘m hungry.” Maybe there was something that was actually good to eat in here. Looking around, she found her chocolate bar and opened it with a smile, trying to distract her self with it’s delicious taste.
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Post by sebastian simmons on Jan 17, 2009 12:53:00 GMT -5
Sebastian was silent for a beat. He could hear Kjara's thoughts, clear as day, just like he could hear anybody's at any given moment. Not only did it get annoying, but it made Sebastian feel like an eavesdropper, which was just his lifestyle. People that were close friends with Sebastian learned not to mind or to ignore it, and he barely acknowledged the fact unless he had to. But, it was interesting what you learned about people through their heads. Not just secrets, but things about the person they were. The way people thought told a lot about them. No wonder Sebastian was so picky about who he chose as a friend.
"They also know that if I was with you, I wouldn't allow you to escape. I've done it before and I'll do it again. Even if you turn into a lion and scratch off my face. Though if you cut any hair off, I'm going to have to hurt you." Sebastian said with a grin.
As he looked at Kjara, she locked eyes with him and her face flushed, which confused Sebastian a little. Last time he checked, she not only had a boyfriend, but had Daryl, who was head over heels over her. Sure, Sebastian liked the girl, but he refused to do anything about it. That would get him into trouble, and that would not be very nice when he already knew other people that liked her. Yes, Sebastian was giving up something he coveted to give it up to other people, but he didn't care. It was just lust, and he was going to have to deal with it. Where was Daryl, anyway?
"That's not a very nutritious breakfast. Also, how are you feeling? I would have asked sooner but didn't want to be yelled at." By yelled at, Sebastian not only meant by the nurses who told him not to press on the condition, but Kjara always said she was fine, and got a bit angry when people said she wasn't. But he had to ask sooner or later. Why not sooner?
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